whistling in space
everyone hears
a wind in my eyes
yellow streaking
and the rings
around the colours
the moons
yellow circles
rings i slide
new still
why should i mind?
when i have seen the other places
and yellow shoots across the sky
and white glitter looks marooned
go now everywhere and anywhere
wonderful life
i throw myself back
yet to know
ears in your mind
i can see the world.
i see the trees
and i see the beings
i can hear them
but smell around
and i smell only my home
big vast world
but i dare not care
we go into the world
dropping slowly
streaking everywhere
and i streak
when i have seen the moons with their flo
wering faces i like myself here
to know the world but not why
the world and streaking through the world
and the lights like circles from my home.